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one's face bothered me—his demeanor, his pointing, his smirk.
    Come on, Tony, jealousy is not your most attractive quality. Relax. No sense worrying about some harmless ogling. Let him have his fun.
    I didn't want to spoil the day over nothing.
    Tom wobbled in my direction with two more beers in hand, and a look on his face as if to say, I'm gonna get you drunk, Tony-Boy. I laughed and glanced one last time at the two voyeurs.
    Screw 'em! They weren't hurting anyone. No harm, no foul.

Chapter 8 – May 12, 1978: Mitchell Norton
     
    "A covetous man does nothing well 'til he dies." – Thomas Wilson
    ~~~~~
    Tommy and I often went to Flora Park to toss around a football or, as we did now, a Frisbee. He was surprisingly good at it. I was decent enough too, when not constantly distracted. A girl wearing cut-off jean shorts and a yellow shirt tied up in the midsection, exposing her belly button and much of her shapely stomach, broke my concentration. Talk about built!
    Why must girls expose themselves so... provocatively ? Don't they know how that drives men out of their—
    "What are you looking at, Mitchell?"
    Tommy, the intruder, broke into hysterical laughter over my exaggerated leap in the air.
    "I scared you, huh, Mitchell? I scared you good!"
    He made a spectacle of himself, jumping up and down, laughing and clapping his hands. I attempted to calm him by assuring him that he was the "Champion Scarer of All Time." He stopped his antics to consider this new title, which he accepted with pride. Good old Tommy.
    I returned my attention to the girl, who tackled her apparent boyfriend on the blanket where he sat. She kissed him, and he traced his hand down her back and grabbed her ass! I grinded my teeth and my head hammered me again.
    Fuck it! I got better things to think about. "She is one seriously hot babe, Tommy."
    He looked around the park like he'd just landed here from Neptune. "Who is?"
    I pointed to her. "The girl over there on the left, wearing the yellow shirt."
    He located her, barely smiled and shrugged—hardly a ringing endorsement. Despite his physical age, he didn't understand or appreciate the splendors of the opposite sex. Even I had limited experience in that realm, a circumstance I hoped to remedy.
    Soon. Real soon.
    "Tommy-boy, I'd sure like to spend some quality time with a girlfriend like that."
    "You could do it. You could have any pretty girlfriend you want."
    "You think so?"
    "Sure. Hey, you're the MAN!"
    Good old Tommy—had to love him. I'd been with only two girls, both prostitutes, but I expected that would change soon. Why shouldn't it? Everything else was changing.
    The girl in yellow played around while visions flashed through my mind—visions of power and pain, of possibilities.
    "Maybe you're right, Tommy-boy. We'll have to see."
    ***
    I'd taken Tommy home and treated myself to a nap, but rather than waking up fresh and renewed, I awoke feeling like someone had bulldozed my ass while I slept.
    I massaged my head in the hopes of easing another of my fast-becoming-famous headaches, and when I rubbed the zit, my head damn near exploded. I should have popped that disgusting thing before it turned into Mount Everest behind my ear. I also awoke with memories of demon-laden dreams, my other common occurrence these days.
    At least I enjoyed one good thought: an image of me with my newfound angel. I left Tommy with Mom and returned to the park.
    I couldn't get the girl I yellow outta my head. She played with her friends like she didn't have a care in the world. I sat in my lawn chair, placed strategically between and behind the front seats of my van, and relaxed. No one would see me here.
    She filled the lenses of my binoculars, like I could reach out and touch her.
    I wonder what you would say, sweet thing, if you knew of my... violation.
    The sun dipped below the trees on the west end of the park, and I struggled to keep the binoculars focused on my spectacular subject. She stopped goofing around